Chapter 117

By the time the cartons are empty, Mayhem has asked Willow for his birth chart. He insists it’s for business purposes, but exactly nobody believes him. 

“What time were you born?” Willow asks. 

Mayhem frowns at Dad. “You know?” 

Dad takes a sip of coffee. “Unfortunately, yes.” 

“What does that mean?” 

“It means your mother screamed for eighteen hours.” 

Mayhem winces. “Could’ve left that part out.”